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Cleaning out the Inbox: V.

Another solid read.

Ostensibly we walk to fish, but really, we move at the urging of men long since past—of John Burroughs and John Muir, of Loren Eiseley—and of my parents, Norman and Paula, who are alive today but live far from this Kenyan valley. Walk in the woods, their voices advise, along the banks of a river where, in the blue end of a day well spent, you may find the rhythms that elude you. There, among the fish and the flowers and the forces that bind them, you might make peace with your worried mind.

New conservation initiatives for the lower Mississippi Valley.

We’ve forgotten what the Delta was before The Blues.  Sluggish rivers feeding tremendous trees.  Cherrybark and willow oak which fattened flocks of waterfowl headed south and rotted cavities for ivory-billed woodpeckers.  Cypress trees whose seeds fed Carolina parakeets with bass panfish, gar and bowfin, amphuimas and sirens slithering among their knees.  Panthers, otters, beaver, bear, swamp rabbits, and who knows what else used the ridges and spits of land to propagate their species for untold eons.

The ecosystem died for the sake of progress.  In one of the continent’s largest reclamation projects the swamps were ditched and drained, and entire rivers re-routed to maximize production of rice, wheat, soybeans, cotton, corn, and sorghum.  Spots too wet for rowcrops spring up in cottonwood and sweetgum on twenty year rotations to be chipped into paper and fermented into wood alcohol.  Ivory-billed woodpeckers are gone.  Carolina parakeets are gone.  And a whole host of species are on their way out.

Which is why I’m glad to see cooperative efforts between U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and NGOs to repair some of the damage, to provide some opportunity for native species to recolonize their former range.  These groups have a track record of improving fish and wildlife habitat- let’s hope that continues.

Wednesday Night Ties: white flies.


Ephoron spinners and emergers for silty slow water around here, where the nymphs will emerge from their burrows under cover of darkness over the next few wees.  Spruce moths, the big caddis-y looking things, for there- the mountain west, where they erupt and fall and feed native cutthroats like popcorn cast upon the water. 

Cleaning out the inbox V: two good reads.


the pristine Jamaica of James Bond’s creator is in danger. Overfishing has imperiled the barracuda’s habitat: Fewer algae-eating fish spurs coral die-off, and the practice of fishing with dynamite has had catastrophic effects. But over the past seven years, a former record company executive has slowly built a network of conservationists to help protect the ecosystem near Fleming’s home, dubbed Goldeneye, creating a template for others in the process.


You learn about knots and water flow and snowmelt and follow the mating habits of bugs like they’re Kardashians — and how climate change means bark beetles are surviving the warming winters, killing off unprecedented acres of Ponderosa pines across the West. Ponderosa pines smell like vanilla cake. Not just vanilla and not just cake, but vanilla cake. I love knowing that, and I love knowing that you practically have to hug them to smell it. But every year I go back to Montana, I see more dying off and know the world is changing and it makes me sad.

This cynical girl from Harlem, USA, didn’t grow up with anyone who fished this way.







July, July.

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Monday Video: Dragon valley.

Farlows Travel: Dragon Valley – Upper Bavaria from Farlows Travel on Vimeo.


Cleaning out the inbox- IV?

Four sounds good.  Meet the new fishing dog:


Mitch.  One year, three weeks, five days.  Named after Jon Benjamin’s seminal performance in Wet Hot American Summer.  I thought of the name before I found the dog.  Mitch is a she.


Turns out regardless of party affiliation, America’s anglers and hunters overwhelmingly support clean water initiatives.  Remember this, dear reader- and register, AND VOTE, in your upcoming elections.


Charismatic megafauna. 

It’s the term biologists studying less cuddly and enigmatic things give to pandas, dolphins, whales, wolves, cheetahs, tigers, lions, rhinos, and other critters that steal the spotlight.  In the arguably best case, these species are used to draw awareness and conservation initiatives which benefit entire ecosystems, as opposed to the individual species.

Wisconsin’s taking a different tack, deploying mermaids to keep the St. Croix River clean.  Whatever works!


Art and Advocacy. 

Many communities stencil storm sewers so residents know where they lead.  Blacksburg, Virginia is taking it a step further- allowing local artists to paint the drains, using art to connect residents with the local environment.


A primer on Magnuson-Stevens.

As much as recreational anglers bitch, marine fisheries in the United States are among the best managed on the planet.  That’s in no small part due to the Magnuson-Stevens Act, which insisted upon science-based management of marine fish stocks and input from local stakeholders including state agencies and commercial and recreational anglers.  The Act isn’t perfect, but it’s been credited with recovering numerous commercial and recreational species- and it’s currently under threat by HR 200.  The Pew Charitable Trusts put together a great primer on the changes HB 200 represents, and what it could mean for protection of coastal fisheries.